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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVII
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This was my term of glory. All who know
 Something of life will guess untold the end.
 In love, one ever kisses for his woe,
 One lends his cheek, alas! or seems to lend,
 One has the pleasure, one the penalties,
 One is in earnest, one has time to laugh,
 One turns impatient from imploring eyes,
 And one in terror spells love`s epitaph.
 There was no wisdom in this love of mine,
 Therefore it perished earlier than the rest,
 Although I poured out all my heart like wine
 And watered it with tears, and prayed unblest
 In my soul`s rage to all the Saints of heaven
 To give me this and yet to be forgiven.
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